Going from needing a warrior to being one!

I've been wanting to say a few things about out journey getting to where we are now for a litle while. Sometimes you don't know exactly what you want to say until finally it just clicks. Hy and I tried to start our family with out really reaching for help, and we did this for quite a few years. When we finally realized that it wasn't working, we met with an OB/GYN named Dr. Tricia Wright. She did all of the standard tests that they want you to do before becoming pregnant, and then because of my age and generally great health, we were to try un assisted for one year. At the end of the year when we still weren't pregnant, instead of giving us the run around, she said "let's dig in and really see what we have here." I felt so relieved like some one was finally on my side. The amazing thing with my health insurance is that for the doctors to be employed there, they are required to have a certified specialty. Hers is infertility. Some how the stars aligned and my physician ended up being the go to for getting knocked up! After another really challenging couple of months and in the privacy of her office, she took my hand and said "McKenzi, whatever it takes, we are going to get you pregnant." And I believed her. Dr. Wright combined with the soul mate I call my husband, were my warriors. There were some ugly days, really ugly ones, where I wouldn't have recognized myself standing in front of a mirror. The journey wasn't easy and it wasn't pretty. But here I am today 34 weeks and 3 days pregnant with a perfectly healthy baby girl and I know I didn't get here alone. So thank you. First to my husband, for more things than I could ever say. Next to my beast of a doctor. And finally to everyone who said that it would happen and held my hand when it didn't. Especially my mom and sister Jess. 39 days until my due date, and until I get to be a warrior for my own little girl.